Four Seasons Three Meals

Mr. Zhang lives in the teacher's dormitory area on the hillside of Zhengda University, a small two-story western-style building with a chic garden at the door, a stone path leading to the room, and a small wooden swing in the middle of the garden.

My teacher's mother, surnamed Yan, studied Chinese at Huai-Hong Kong Normal University when she was young.The two couples are deeply in love. In the garden, there are onions and garlic, as well as basil and mint. Sometimes it is too late to pick, and the garlic sprouts and blooms. The small one is like a purple hydrangea, which is a tacky elegance in the world.

When Jiang Huai and the others arrived, Mrs. Yan was sitting on a swing reading a book.

She was wearing a green cheongsam, with dark patterns embroidered with silver thread on the hem of the clothes, her hair was tied behind her head, and there was a pure white hosta flower on her sideburns.

Jiang Huai walked over and called softly: "Master."

Mrs. Yan looked at him in surprise: "Why did you come back? When did you come back? You didn't tell my wife."

Jiang Huai smiled: "I came back quietly to see my wife."

Mrs. Yan cast a coquettish look at him, held his hand, and felt distressed: "I lost weight."

Jiang Huai felt relieved for her, and deliberately coaxed her: "It's good to lose weight, and only when you lose weight can you eat two more bites of my teacher's wife's meal."

Mrs. Yan gave him another look, and pulled him to talk in a rambling manner.

Jiang Huai listened carefully, nodding in agreement from time to time.

Mrs. Yan has studied Chinese all her life, citing classics and classics in her speech, her tone is gentle, like a trickle, and her words flow gently.

She read "Qingchun Palace" and chanted narcissus, and her heart itched unbearably. She also raised a plant herself and took good care of it.

"The narcissus of the ancients is Feiyan Luofu, but mine is Dongshi Wuyan." Mrs. Yan sighed, "I don't think I have such a good fortune."

Mr. Zhang snorted softly, and then said, "You're just being too lenient. If the narcissus were a human being, you would have to say: I love to bloom like this, and the blossoms are as happy as they are, so you can fucking control them!"

Mrs. Yan said: "The litigation stick is too frivolous."

Mr. Zhang retorted: "The literati are so hypocritical."

Jiang Huai watched the husband and wife quarreling, and secretly smiled, feeling a little envious in his heart, thinking that he and Cong Shan had also quarreled like this before, and felt a hint of secret joy.

Mrs. Yan was going to the kitchen to see the soup she cooked, and Mr. Zhang asked Jiang Huai to accompany him to fish.

Mr. Zhang likes fishing. He built a small fish pond in the garden. When there is no class, he just sits for a whole day.

Jiang Huai sat on the small bench, looked at the float, and chatted with Mr. Zhang without saying a word.

Zhang Lao asked him suddenly: "Who did you think of just now?"

Jiang Huai didn't react: "What?"

Mr. Zhang said: "When I was arguing with your teacher's wife, you were secretly laughing."

Jiang Huai recalled that he was thinking about Cong Shan.

Dr. Cong is steady in his work, but he is also childish in private bickering.

He pretended to be stupid: "I laughed at the teacher and the teacher's wife. The old couple still quarreled like children."

Zhang Lao didn't believe it: "Although I am old, you can't fool me, you just think of someone else."

Jiang Huai stopped talking.

Mr. Zhang said triumphantly, "You have someone in your heart."

Jiang Huai didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.

Mr. Zhang said: "You will gain wisdom by eating a pit, and you can't just be cheated by others casually like before."

Jiang Huai nodded perfunctorily.

The float moved slightly, Mr. Zhang was busy talking, and reacted slowly, the hook was lifted up, and the bait and fish were empty.

Unconvinced, Mr. Zhang put the bait on the hook again.

He continued: "Your teacher's wife and I hope that you will bring someone back."

Jiang Huai protested in a low voice: "Emotions are about success."

Mr. Zhang said: "Emotions are also about love at first sight, and the sky is thundering."

While talking, the hook moved, but Mr. Zhang still didn't catch it.

He is not discouraged, anyway, there are people around him listening to him, so he doesn't feel bored.

Jiang Huai found that if the teacher couldn't catch fish, he would be very nagging.

Jiang Huai wanted to escape, so he said to Mr. Zhang, "Teacher, I will go to the kitchen to help my wife."

Mr. Zhang said capriciously: "You go fishing with me first, and you should come first and then come first when doing things. You can go later."

Jiang Huai secretly sighed in his heart, grabbed a handful of bait and held it in his palm.

After a while, while Mr. Zhang lowered his head to change the hook, he quietly dropped a lot of bait into the fish pond.

The school of fish gathered, Mr. Zhang caught a lot of fish.

He let people go with satisfaction: "Get out, don't bother me here."

Jiang Huai hurriedly got up and slipped away.

Madam Yan prepared the side dishes, looking at the fresh fish bouncing on the chopping board.She heard footsteps, looked at Jiang Huai for help, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Huai wore an apron around his waist, skillfully knocked on the fish head and scraped off the fish scales, and the fish meat was sliced ​​into thin fish fillets, which were carefully placed on the white disk.

Mrs. Yan heats up a wok with oil, sautes the onion, ginger, and garlic until fragrant, then adds the washed and cut green vegetables, and stir-fries until the aroma is released and the bitterness of the vegetables is removed.

Jiang Huai added cooking wine, refined salt, pepper and appropriate amount of water to the fish fillets, and marinated them to taste.

Mrs. Yan picked up the fish fillets with chopsticks, carefully put them into the pot, fried them for a while, poured them into a small purple casserole pot, added perilla, mint, wolfberry and red dates, and turned to low heat to simmer slowly.

Jiang Huai stood by and swallowed quietly when he smelled the delicious fish soup.

Mrs. Yan laughed at him for being greedy, counted the time, and gave him a bowl: "Little Jiang, help me taste it."

The bowl is a white jade bowl, small and exquisite, with flowers carved on the wall of the bowl.

The soup is carp soup, which is milky white and has an attractive aroma.

Jiang Huai blew, took a sip, and lost his tongue.

The scallions are green and crisp, take a bite, and the fresh vegetable juice and the delicious taste of the fish soup burst into the mouth.The soup is thick and milky white, the fish meat is smooth, the meat spines are separated, and it melts in the mouth. The spicy pepper suppresses the bitterness of the vegetables and the fishy smell of the fish, and the mint and perilla relieve the greasy taste. The taste is just right.

Although Jiang Huai is not a gourmet, he has always been picky when it comes to food.

Madam Yan looked at his satisfied expression, smiled and poured the soup into the green soup cup, picked a delicate lotus flower from the vase, washed it clean, and stood it on the edge of the bowl.

The soup cup in the shape of a lotus leaf, the fish in the lotus leaves, and the lotus flowers in full bloom are used as decorations. Mrs. Yan is wearing a jade bracelet as emerald as a lotus, and a bowl of soup is bustling. It is the Heye family who are in a meeting.

Jiang Huai was too hungry.

Jiang Huai thought that when he was still studying, he loved to come to his teacher's house on weekends.

Mrs. Zhang has a tough mouth and a soft heart, and Mrs. Yan cooks good dishes.When he came, he would buy two taels of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and secretly drink it with Mr. Zhang in the small garden.

He loves the wrong person, the unfortunate original family, they all know it, but they never ask more.

For Jiang Huai, this is another home.

Dinner was eaten in the courtyard, Jiang Huai buried his head in eating, listening to the couple chatting and bickering.

He took a bite of stir-fried vegetables, and the phone in his bag vibrated.

Curious, he took it out to have a look.

The caller is "Cong Shan".

He smiled faintly, and was about to hang up when he heard Mr. Zhang read out his name word by word: "...Cong Shan?"

Jiang Huai was inexplicably guilty, and quickly put the phone on the table.

Mr. Zhang narrowed his eyes and said, "Listen to the name, is it a man?"

Jiang Huai turned a deaf ear to it, and only cared about eating, being a saw-mouthed gourd.

Management of Eating Meat/Thirty Two" Lingyi · Qiling

The mobile phone on the table was still "buzzing".

Mr. Zhang said exactly what he said: "Go."

Jiang Huai answered reluctantly.

Mr. Zhang mouthed: "Turn on the amplifier."

Jiang Huai did as he did, and Cong Shan's voice came from the phone: "Lawyer Jiang?"

"Doctor Cong, I'm driving—"

Before he could finish the word "release", Jiang Huai was glared at by Mr. Zhang.

Jiang Huai choked on the words that came to his lips.

"Lawyer Jiang?" Cong Shan called him.

"—with the fan on," Jiang Huai lied, "it will be a bit noisy."

Cong Shan smiled: "Attorney Jiang is very considerate today."

Jiang Huai smiled dryly.

Cong Shan changed the topic: "Unfortunately, Lawyer Jiang can't lie."

Jiang Huai was stunned.

"Lawyer Jiang may not know that there will be a slight echo when you are chatting with the speaker on the outside—" Cong Shan said, "Is your father by your side?"

Jiang Huai looked at his phone, and then at Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang wanted to snatch the phone, but Jiang Huai dodged it deftly, left a hurried sentence "I'm full", and entered the room with the phone.

Zhang Lao scolded "little bastard" behind him, the door lock fell with a "click", Jiang Huai leaned his back against the door, his heart beating like a drum.

Cong Shan smiled softly on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Huai was embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I was having dinner with the teacher just now..."

"It's okay," Cong Shan comforted him, "Lawyer Jiang doesn't need to be nervous."

Jiang Huai lowered his head and did not speak.

Cong Shan said, "Does Lawyer Jiang want to come out to play?"

The tone is natural and friendly, like a child inviting friends to go on an outing.

Jiang Huai said, "Go to the night market?"

Cong Shan smiled: "We won't go to the night market, I'll invite Lawyer Jiang to listen to the opera. A lively opera with a good team is what Lawyer Jiang likes, everyone is happy."

Jiang Huai felt itchy and wanted to run back to see Cong Shan.

Everyone is happy in the play, and he also wants to be in love with him outside the play.

Cong Shan continued to covet him: "We can still go for dim sum. There is a Cantonese-style restaurant next to the theater. The chef is from Cantonese. He knows how to make custard buns. Take a bite, and the dense filling will flow all over your hands."

Jiang Huai's heart itched unbearably: "But I'm in Huaigang."

Cong Shan said: "It's a pity, it seems that I was the only one going."

Jiang Huai knew that Cong Shan was provoking him, but he always took the bait easily.

Not to be outdone, he said, "I also have good things, but Doctor Cong can't see them."

Cong Shan followed his words and asked, "What is it?"

Jiang Huai tilted his head, thought for a while, and said, "One summer."

Cong Shan smiled, seeing through Jiang Huai's little thoughts, and couldn't bear to expose it.

Jiang Huai didn't pretend to be self-confident, and said innocently: "Master's wife has planted a lot of flowers in the garden, and they bloom lively and brilliantly in summer."

Cong Shan coaxed him: "Then Lawyer Jiang, can you show me?"

Jiang Huai said, "I'll take a photo for you later."

Cong Shan said: "My heart is itchy and I can't wait for a moment."

Jiang Huai hesitated for a while, and said, "I...shall I start a video with Dr. Cong?"

Cong Shan said yes, and hung up the phone as he wished.

Jiang Huai took his mobile phone and walked to the balcony.

Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Yan had finished their meal and went out for a walk.There is no one in the garden, and every corner is full of fragrance.

He sent a video invitation to Cong Shan, and Cong Shan passed by quickly, seeing the screen was completely black.

Cong Shan wondered, "Lawyer Jiang?"

Jiang Huai's voice came muffled from the phone: "Wait a minute, Doctor Cong...I'll switch off the camera."

Cong Shan understood, and Jiang Huai covered the front camera with his hand to prevent him from seeing him.

Congshan is a little depressed.

After a while, the camera switched to the screen, and the flowers in the garden were crowded together, as if they were about to overflow the screen, competing for splendor.

Jiang Huai's voice came softly.

"Those red ones are pomegranate flowers, and water lilies are planted in the fish pond," the camera moved slowly following Jiang Huai's explanation. "There are also purple stars in the corner, and those are platycodon flowers."

Cong Shan heard that Jiang Huai liked flowers very much, and he talked about it like a treasure.

Cong Shan asked him, "What's in the lower right corner?"

Jiang Huai asked, "Where?"

Cong Shan deliberately said vaguely: "The lower right corner, white flowers."

Jiang Huai easily took the bait, stood on tiptoes, leaned out half of his body, and searched carefully.

Cong Shan looked at the phone, and a white and sincere face appeared on the screen, with quiet and peaceful brows and eyes, like a good freehand ink painting, he couldn't help but look into it.

I haven't seen him for a month, Cong Shan was afraid of being disturbed, so he appreciated it slowly, and refused to make a sound to remind him.

Jiang Huai laughed suddenly: "Ah, I see, it's Liu Yuexue."

Small white flowers with six petals are dotted among the green leaves, like scattered snow falling.

"Master's wife said that those who study the Fa should abide by fairness, justice, and good order of the law. I hope that the teacher will learn from history. There will be no more snow in June, and Dou E will never be wronged again."

Jiang Huai's tone was gentle: "No matter what the teacher does, she always thinks of the teacher in her heart."

Cong Shan looked at his dimples, heard the envy in his tone, and his heart was soft and messed up.

He thought that if he had the opportunity, he should also plant flowers, a little like Jiang Huai.

Planting erythrina flowers, clusters of red teeth, blooming lively and full of courtyards.

Plus a Jiang Huai.

This is my summer, Cong Shan thought.